Adam pushed the door all the way open so he could see before backing away. I followed, turning off the light and shutting the door carefully behind me.
“I didn’t expect that,” I said, walking back into the bedroom, relieved Roscoe had successfully defused what could have been a terrible situation. I climbed back into bed. “We should get some sleep. It’s almost twelve.”
Adam stood in the middle of the room, staring pensively at the floor before walking over to the bed.
“You okay?”
“I never did that. He’s so big that I probably wouldn’t have been able to, anyway.” He pulled down the covers and shuffled next to me. “He was so calm, and he wasn’t crying in his sleep.”
“Roscoe told me werewolves should have a pack. He said we do better when we’re in families, just like wolves. Austin’s been isolating himself for a while, and you’re the only one he’s been around.”
“Well gee, that makes me feel better.”
“That’s not what I meant. You’re a half-turn. He hasn’t been around other werewolves since the military, right?”
Adam nodded. “He said he didn’t want any more friends. I just thought he liked being alone.”
“Think about it. He lost the people closest to him with no warning. One day, he had a family and the next, he was alone. I think he’s closing himself off because he doesn’t want to experience something like that again.”
“You sound like you’re speaking from experience.”
I shook my head. “Not really, but I can think about how I’d feel if something like that happened to me, and I know what it feels like to be abandoned and alone. Human or werewolf, we’re social creatures. If we’re alone for too long, it fucks us up. I’d imagine it’s probably worse for him.”
Adam nodded, his watery eyes shimmering in the dim glow. “It was nice to see him like that.”
“Maybe tomorrow he’ll be easier to talk to. You should try.”
“Maybe,” Adam said before turning away. “I guess Roscoe’s pretty amazing.”
“Hands off my werewolf,” I said jokingly, but Adam didn’t react.
The scent of bacon wafting into my nostrils woke me up, but my eyes didn’t fully open until I felt another presence in the room. Austin was leaning against the wall with his arms folded, leering at Adam and I. He wore his torn army fatigue pants, which he never seemed to take off.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
“Waiting,” he grunted. “I’m horny.”
“You’ve got a hand. You can either use it or wait longer. Adam’s asleep.”
He unzipped his pants, letting his huge cock land with a thud between his thighs. Werewolf dicks were always a mystery. They either stayed neatly behind a patch of fur on the rare occasions they weren’t being used, or they’d hang limp and exposed before getting hard. “You do it.”
I was too groggy to register what was happening at first, but I snapped out of it, irritation setting in.
“Austin,” I said, my voice throaty. “It’s seven in the morning. I just woke up, and I haven’t had coffee. You don’t want me anywhere near your dick right now.”
He stepped closer. “You smell like you need it.”
“I can get it from Roscoe,” I replied, baring my teeth. The instinctual aggression surprised us both.
“God dammit, what are you doing?” Adam asked, his voice slurred as he rubbed his eyes.
“You’ve got a duty to perform, soldier.”
“I don’t feel like role playing right now,” Adam responded.
“I’m not playing,” he growled, stuffing his half-hard dick back into his pants before leaving the room.
Adam rubbed his forehead.
